A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you girl, like being low Hey, hey
Übersetzung: Cracker. Low (wie Being Stoned).
Übersetzung: Cracker. Niedrige.
: Hey ho there's an open casting call 4 heroes and all that showed up was nero and it's all blurry but somehow he was hired lay low cause he's gone
ya hands up (put 'em up) All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) [Chorus] [Verse 2: B.G.] Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (
As for me over here, you know a nigga chillin' Besides that, sweetie, I'm just keepin' it real Puttin' up with these crackers in this hot-ass field But
whole child Ya pushin rocks on the block cause the spots what ya found I made my dough and I made sure I kept my name on tight Layin low in the day and
big bitches bumping "Bedrock" Sub in the truck, thumpin' up against the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a fucking crack
pound Leave a nigga maned-down Murda murda homicide Real right niggas ride Gangstas, they never hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks
enemy's They love you Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack Oh, you go
in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack
back, in fact it's decided that would live and die for the crack. You got no friends cause you cheated them all, you feel lonely,low,defeated and
the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack
unholy. Everybody livin soley for themselves. Too ?? on a land hell. Somebody need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low
? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend
stab Burn niggers till they feel it... try to rock, thinking about no limitation, no coming off Dealing with everybody running off, they get the gas smack cracks
That Semi be on my waistline, (whooo!) Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga I take mine! (yeah!) I run in your crack house, Mack out! Screaming: "Go '
fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh! The cocaine I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome! Lay low stay low
